On March 3, the space agency delegation finally met with Lin Ju.
He looked quite different from before, his hair a disheveled mess, a faint smell of alcohol lingering about him, and he was clearly in a state of hangover.
Lin Ju yawned several times before he could recover, all thanks to the excessive drinking last night; he drank every kind of messy liquor possible. It was said that he was dragged back by Warrior Two the night before...
Well, another new feature developed.
"Ha... Good morning, leaders."
"Good morning? It's past 11 A.M., we could have lunch now," said the Big Shot, glancing at his watch with some helplessness.
"Has the company had some good news recently? With the holidays and the drinking, could it be that the president's wife is set?"
Lin Ju, who still had some drowsiness, quickly waved his hands to deny it, lying without even blinking an eye: